45

itself as a story of vengeance, deeds, and karma—how your good and bad actions shape your life, and even your journey after death, supposedly inspired by the Garuda Purana. On paper, it sounds ambitious, especially with heavyweights like Upendra, Raj B. Shetty, and Dr. Shiva Rajkumar attached. But what unfolds on screen is honestly infuriating. This film is packed with stupidity, absurdity, and endless flaws that completely ruin the mood. Scenes pop up randomly, with zero structure or logic. There are glaring continuity issues, painfully poor direction, half-baked social commentary, a forced and unnecessary love angle, and countless scenes that add absolutely nothing. The VFX is shockingly bad, and instead of enhancing the mythological fantasy, it becomes a distraction that kills whatever engagement is left. The whole film feels like a chaotic mess—like it was stitched together without any clear vision. Telugu cinema gave us disasters like The Raja Saab, and now Kannada cinema answers with 45. A very ugly pattern is emerging in South cinema: a dirty cash-grab game where religious and sentimental elements are used as bait. Sometimes this trick works, and sometimes it results in disasters like this. And let me be very clear: I do NOT recommend this film to any audience. It’s better to not watch films like these at all, so that more such nonsense doesn’t get made in the future. I don’t want to see garbage like this being justified in the name of “unconventional cinema.” Experimentation is one thing—this is just careless, lazy, and unbearable filmmaking.